| I can feel the Earth is moving
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| I can hear the road is calling
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| I can taste the leaves and pollen
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| Price of gas will soon be rising
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| And on the way we’ll find our home
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| Find a place to be alone
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| All I wanted was to roam
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| Find a place to call my
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| I can see the sky is falling
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| I can hear the music playing
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| Taste the waste, the man is preaching
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| End is near but out of reach
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| And on the way we’ll find our home
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| Find a place to be alone
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| All I wanted was to roam
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| Find a place to call my
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| I can see that things are changing
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| I keep hearing something saying
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| «Can't you place the soft refrain
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| That something’s wrong inside my brain»
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| But on the way we’ll find our home
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| Find a place to be alone
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| All I wanted was to roam
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| And find a place to call my home
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| All I wanted was to roam
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| All I wanted was to roam
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| All I wanted was to roam
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| And find a place to call my home |